thundering, billowing racing cloud of dust shrouds pounding hooves. the noon sun looks down on earth’s wild horses. parched, thirsty throats, yet, the beasts race on.
what do they run from? what do they seek? or do they just run to run? manes and tails tossing recklessly in self-made breeze, sweat rivulets coursing down strong, lean backs, and yet, they run.
how I yearn to be an untamed mustang. see me run. tossing off the fastest, breaking into the lead. I breathe no one’s dust. clear air fills my lungs, adrenaline powers my limbs as I race toward freedom. I’m flying on the earth a bird without wings.
the hot, pungent sage stings my nostrils. my unshod hooves dance to a song unheard by man.
if you could hear it, the mustang song, could you feel it? could you breathe it? would you dance, unshod in the sand? would the mustang song pulse through your veins? could you answer it’s call?
thundering, billowing racing, cloud of dust shrouds pounding hooves. the noon sun looks down on earth’s wild horses. parched, thirsty throats, yet, the beasts race on.
“And I don’t want the world to see me (introversion – solitude) ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand (strangeness – poet) When everything’s made to be broken (loneliness – abandonment) I just want you to know who I am (wishful – hopeful)”
Have you ever gone to a county fair –or a competition – where everyone was given the same prize — a blue ribbon. I have. It was no fun. Everyone felt cheated in the name of fairness. Being “chosen” isn’t about being fair. It’s about being favored. Like Joseph of Egypt — or John the Beloved. They deserved God’s recognition. You’re one of God’s beloved.
Empaths feels deeply other’s emotions. It’s part of having the gift of the discerning of spirits. But it isn’t the only way a person can have this gift. Another way is social awareness.
Some people hurt more for others. Those are the empaths. They suffer from Compassion Fatigue often. It’s something military chaplains suffer, too. We feel other people’s pain. It can be draining.
When I look into people’s hearts, I see their potential. For evil or good. This is a great blessing and a curse.
Sometimes when I “see” your heart and mind — and mention you are special, you get teary-eyed. I see great promise. It makes me smile. It makes me feel joy. It’s stunning. Is it the power of God? Or a kinship? I wonder if, at that moment, I remind you of someone you miss.
Your kind spirit always brighten my day. And I’m supposed to let you know, I’m acting as an angel and delivering this happy message. Be reassured you are God’s chosen. I don’t know God’s purpose. But perhaps for your future courage to keep going when times are tough.
I see you.
I see you.
Iris The Goo Goo Dolls
And I’d give up forever to touch you ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be And I don’t wanna go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later, it’s over I just don’t wanna miss you tonight
And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah, you bleed just to know you’re alive
And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
And I don’t want the world to see me ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand When everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am
